Hope y’all aren’t totally full of Spirits yet. I managed a chapter only a week after the craziness that was last month! Woot! Let’s see.. last time Wynan gathered
trash treasure and fixed things, Brandy attempted to set the house on fire prepared several meals, Bailey set her sights on a teenage boy that Jameson brought home from school, and Jamie ignored said classmate in favor of playing guitar.. and still almost made friends with him. Go team!
A quick check in finds our sims where we left them – Wynan in the dumpster, Brandy in bed. Bailey woke up at what should have been bedtime starving, so she grabbed a hot dog. Jameson’s wrapping up guitar practice for the night. Incidentally, Wynan trash-picked that guitar as is.. and it totally matches Jamie’s color scheme. I think it needs to be officially his.
Jameson heads over to get a plate as his sister finishes up.
Jamie: “Man, this place is trashed.”
Bailey: “Yeah, it’s because mom broke the dishwasher. Again.”
Jameson decides to recognize that his energy level is tanked, and heads to bed.
Wynan gets home and Bailey immediately puts him to work.
Bailey: “Father! We desire our dishwasher to be in working order. Make it so!”
Wynan: “Yes, m’lady.”
Hehe, he’s always willing to indulge her ruling.
And off to work he goes on fixing that dishwasher.
Yikes! Guess those rubber soles didn’t help save him this time! (Incidentally, I know you can’t see the top of the green progress meter here, but it is literally a hair away from the top. One more poke with a screwdriver and the thing would have been fixed. He has like 8 handiness now and has managed to not fry himself the other thousand times he’s had to repair this dishwasher. LOL)
Luckily he was just singed and not croaked.
UNluckily, his singed self can’t even go shower off the soot yet. He’s the only one who can address the fire. He casts a glance to make sure his baby girl is out of the way..
-5 for fire
…points the nozzle directly at his face..
(NO, Wynan. No. It goes toward the fire. Just aim it that way.)
..and finally gets to work on the flames. Bailey runs over with some concerns.
Bailey: “Oh my god, THE DISHWASHER’S STILL BROKEN!”
Jameson wakes up and comes running out to add to the list of concerns for Wynan.
Jamie: “Oh my god, but I’M STILL TIRED!”
And to round things out, Brandy wakes to join the fray.
Brandy: “Did someone say the DISHWASHER WAS BROKEN?!”
Jameson: “Oh my god, mom! My eyes! Not enough mind bleach. Could you not get dressed?”
ALL of you. The problem is A FIRE. Not the broken dishwasher. Not interrupted sleep. Not therapy you’ll need for your mom roaming the house in her undies.
Wynan gets things under control. Brandy considers her life goals, while the two children acknowledge that the other made it through unscathed.
Wynan ran off to shower quick and I managed to capture this – an actual positive interaction. I’m sure it went something like “Good job not dying in the fire.”
A newly unsinged Wynan runs back into the kitchen. Bailey’s trying to get my attention by autonomously taking out the trash.
One good thing about the fire – it dried up much of the puddle. Specifically the part by the dishwasher. So we set Wynan to fixing again, and he’s able to get ‘er done this time.
Jameson is distressed that he can’t kick that flamingo. Sure there are multiple flamingos that he can access, but he wants to kick that one. And he can’t. Because there are flamingos in the way.
Bailey continues on with her sucking up by feeding Guinness.
Wynan sneaks up on Bailey from the front, while she stares him down the whole way.
Bailey: “Eek. Much scary. Very fright. Wow.”
And Wynan is off in the rain to collect any stones I can see. Which means a long run, because I know where no stones spawn in this town except for by the stone henge thing.
Brandy checks the stove. It’s off. No one’s used it today. And no one’s GOING to, because we already have meals made. RIGHT BRANDY?
Jamie sacks out, cuz he’s tired thanks to the broken sleep before.
Bailey proves that she doesn’t ALWAYS look like she’s plotting something evil.
Bailey: “Of course. I need to practice my innocent face. It’s an integral part of my don’t-get-caught plan.”
Brandy is apparently just terrified of the kitchen in general. LOL She’s adorable when she’s nervous though, so I snapped a shot.
Wynan stands in the mist, pondering what’s the meaning of stone henge.
(for funsies, I love this song: Stonehenge by Ylvis Um, maybe don’t have kids around when watching.)
And back at home I see this. I know it’s no baby, and a peek at the moodlets confirms it’s from bad food.
Brandy: “You said to eat what was in the fridge!”
Yes well not the stuff with green fumes rising off of it. You just cooked yesterday. Any of that, which is also in the fridge, would have also been fine.
-5 for bad food
And good ole Guinness is getting his cage cleaned while he peacefully snoozes away. Guinness may be the best taken care of member of this household.
Brandy comes up to hug Bailey for her hard work and is then challenged to a game of tag.
And so off they go.
Jamie continues to sleep.
Wynan’s off cutting and consigning what he found. It took him roughly one and a half forevers running around to gather what he can find in a few trips through the dumpster. We’re likely going to stick to just diving for stones from now on. Oof.
The girls are just wrapping up their game of tag as he gets back home.
Jamie’s up, and still not thrilled with being awake. He changes into his swimsuit and heads outside.
To take out his frustration on those poor flamingos.
And a shot just because I never did get a truly GOOD picture of his face before. He’s a handsome little idiot. And a decent enough mix of mom and dad that I’m not bored (and of course that bonus red hair from somewhere.)
Wynan gets tasked with increasing that garden size since he gathered seeds while he was gathering stones.
And we’ll leave it with this picture of Jameson booby-trapping the shower. He’s the one with the lowest hygiene bar, so it’ll be fun to see if he gets caught in his own trap.
total – point worthy thing (bolded if it happened this chapter)
0 – For every game induced visit from a police officer, firefighter or babysitter -5
0 – Passing Out -5
-5 – Self-Wetting -5 (toddler too, if potty trained)
0 – Non-Skilled Toddler -5
-5 – Eat Spoiled Food -5
-10 – Set a Fire -5
0 – Skip Work/School -10
0 – Failing School -20
0 – Demotion -20
0 – Social Worker Visit -30
0 – Getting Fired -30
0 – Accidental Death -40
+10 – Every Birth/Adoption +5
0 – Honor Roll +5 (once per life stage)
+5 – Friends for Idiots +5 (each friend an idiot makes)
0 – Randomize every LTW & trait +10 (for a generation)
0 – Skilled Heir +10 (each skill the heir maxes)
0 – Successful Heir +20 (heir maxes career)
0 – Hands off the Spares HP +20 (for a generation)
0 – Every 100K simoleans +30
0 – Fulfilling LTW +40 (heir or idiot)
0 – Skilled Idiot +40 (idiot maxes a skill on own)
0 – Successful Idiot +50 (an idiot reaches the top of their career)
-5 total points
(note: the “friends for idiots” didn’t happen this chapter. I was looking through and noticed that apparently Bailey is friends with a boy named Elliot. It must have happened one of the times that she just decided to stay out on the town until after dark. *shrug* No idea, but I’m taking those points. LOL Also, I know my point things are different than the basic rules. My idiots seem to be not too idiotic at least thus far, so we’re making the stakes big for big things. Accidentally killing yourself seems like it should be a much bigger deal than skipping work/school, or peeing yourself a couple times.)